JACKSON
"Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?"
The sultry voice of a single redhead carried through the open bar as I walked inside, a broad grin relaxed across my face. It'd been a long time since I had been in here – three years, to be exact. Prison had been my home in the meantime after I'd gotten tossed behind bars for an assault. I'd been defending the people that I cared about most, who meant just as much to me as any blood ever had. More, sometimes. There was no shame in that where I was from. Everyone served their time at one point or another and it hadn't been my first stint behind bars, even if this had been my longest one. My beard and hair were at the longest they had been in a while, too, but I'd started to like the wild look. Three years being my longest stint was pretty short, in retrospect, even if each individual day had dragged on and on.
True to the words being sung, it did feel like I had been caught up in some shit with no escape from reality. Prison time wasn't easy for anyone – didn't matter if you were the only one you knew behind bars, you had enemies behind bars, or whatever other bullshit you managed to worm yourself into it. Shit sucked. I was lucky that I had friends behind bars. Made it all miles easier to get through the time in there. Still, nothing felt quite as good as freedom did.
"Jacky-boy!" Owen's thick Scottish accent was the first to greet me directly as I entered the bar, but it doesn't take long for all of the other guys to take notice. I'd gotten out today and Mom had picked me up from the prison instead of one of the other guys. I didn't mind, it had been too long since I had seen her. "You're finally back!"
Finally was the right way to put it. It felt as if it had been ages since I had seen Mom or anyone else when she had picked me up and dropped me off at my house. Even though she had a way of getting on my nerves unlike anything else in the world, I couldn't have been happier to see her again.
As expected, my mom knew more about what had been going on with the club than anyone else could have ever hoped to. She was married to the club's president – my step-father, Richard Webber. Or Dick, as I had always referred to him and too many others had picked up on the name. He had been best friends with my father for a long time. But Dad had been dead for over a decade now after a crash. I'd barely been eighteen then and hadn't known what the hell I was doing with my life. It'd added quite a few charges to my arrest record, mostly petty shit. Mom had gone from one president of the club to another, but it was more like whoever married her just seemed to be the right person to run it. They may have been the president, but she had just as much control as any man ever would, no matter the era old traditions.
"Hey, man." Alex clapped me on the back of the shoulder as I sat down at the bar.
"Good to see you." I chuckled, turning toward the bartender. "Shots of tequila for everyone – two for me, and for the hottie on the stage singing once she's done." A cheer from the men who overheard erupted.
"How was it?" Owen asked.
"Same as it always was," I smirked. "Turned that shit into my personal playpen."
It's an exaggeration, but there was no need for any of them to know that. We all go through prisons in our own way. I read more novels than I would ever let any of them know. It was a nerdy secret of mine. Alex was my best friend – he had been since we were kids running around in leather jackets and imitating our fathers and all their suave. Our fathers had both been friends before my dad's death. Now his old man was dying of cancer.
"Sounds about right," he chuckled before grabbing his shot of tequila and knocking it back. "Whew! God, it's good to have you back. Things aren't the same around here without you."
"I see a little silhouetto of a man. Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?"
Giving in to my curiosity, I leaned back in the barstool and knocked back one of the shots of tequila that I had ordered as she sang. I'd never seen her around her before – definitely not a local, at least, not when I had gone behind bars. She's got to be a few years younger, a tight little body and bright hair. It was hard to tell if it was fake. It seemed like she was completely preoccupied with singing the classic Queen song, unbothered by anything else going on. But it was a biker bar. She sure as hell didn't look like she belonged here.
"Who's the minx?" I questioned, turning my attention back to Alex.
"Dunno," he shrugged. "She and two other friends came in tonight. You thinking about hitting it? I was going to, but I think tonight, you've got first dibs."
"Yeah, I'll take dibs on that," I chuckled and wet my lips, leaning back. "Goddamn, that's one tight ass."
"Recognize one of the girls that she came in," Owen chimed in. "Doc at the hospital in town. Must be a nurse or something who she works with." I nodded as he spoke, gaze returning over to her for a brief moment before focusing on the boys again.
"Least I know who I'm spending my first night out of jail with." I laughed.
Her voice rang through the bar louder than before as she hit the infamous high note in the song and I rose my eyebrows in surprise. It sounded nice. Even if I wasn't much for karaoke, there had been plenty of drunk nights in my life where I had at least heard a fair share of it. Most people damn well knew that wasn't a note that they could hit and didn't bother with it, laughing it off and never giving it an attempt. But she sang it out like it was the most natural thing in the world for her. Impressive.
"Think you can make her sing like that?" Alex remarked crudely, a loud chuckle following. "I got no problem with going after one of her friends. Maybe the blonde. She looks… flexible."
"You haven't changed at all," I grinned with a shake of my head. "Where's Dick at?"
"Stayed late at the clubhouse," Owen answered. "They're trying to work on some kind of new deal with the Mexicans. Been some fights lately about our apparently less than fair prices."
"Not like there's anywhere else they're going to get guns like that around here," I commented with a shake of his head. "Has he got it handled?"
"Yeah, probably."
"Dunno if I like the way that sounds." I hadn't bothered with going to see my stepfather today. Anything that he needed to know would be passed on by Mom. She wasn't one to keep quiet about anything. Dick wasn't much for asking questions but she was guaranteed to give answers. I just had to know the right questions to ask. "I'll see him in the morning. Have things been going alright? I haven't heard a lot from the inside."
"Uh-huh," Owen nodded through his thick accent. "They're threatening to take their business elsewhere but they know as well as we do that Heretics own all of the arms trade around here. They don't have a chance."
Somehow, it was the only thing we hadn't gone away for yet.
"You got plenty of better plans right now that don't involve your old man." Alex gave me a jab of his elbow. "You bought her shots – she's just about done. May as well go make use of your generosity." He suggested smugly. "I'm going to go chat with her friend."
Grabbing one more shot of tequila and knocking it back, I kept an eye on the redhead as she moved through the bar. She stopped at the table with the two of her friends and exchanged words for only a moment, a toothy grin on her face that seemed to be bright enough to light up everything around her as she chatted. As she made her way over to the bar, I stood up from my bar stool with a nod toward Owen, heading over toward her to make a move.
I couldn't help but wonder if she knew what this place really was. There were plenty of motorcycles outside that should have made the truth obvious. Maybe she was a little newer to town and hadn't heard the rumors yet. Definitely newer to this place, if Alex hadn't already slept with her. He seemed to snatch them up as quickly as they came in. He wasn't the only one here who did that, far from it, but he just had a reputation for pulling that kind of crap with any new woman who walked through the door. I'd done my fair share of it. Women liked the color of my eyes and I was more than happy to take advantage of it.
Running a hand over the long curls on top of my head, they feel like a mess. Both my curls and my beard had grown out much longer than I usually wear them. Mom didn't like it. She'd threatened to take a pair of clippers to me on her own already.
As the bartender served over the two shots of tequila that I had ordered for the redhead, I grabbed the last of my own and moved across the bar to join her. She was separated from her friends for a brief moment and Alex had already settled in with the both of them, his eyes clearly on the thin blonde. Typical.
"Heard you singing up there." My attention resumed to her as I approached.
"Well, there is a microphone." She didn't hesitate to throw a little sass back my way. I liked that. "I think that's the point."
"Most people who pick up that mic make you want to cover your ears." Moving my gaze over her frame, I chewed the flesh of my inner cheek before returning up to her eyes. In the poor light, I can't tell if they were green or hazel. "That was a nice change of pace."
"Thanks." She lightened up just a little bit, giving a small smile.
"I hope you don't mind the shots." I nodded toward the two that had been placed down in front of her. "I'm Jackson."
"April." Picking up one of the shot glasses, she tilted it toward me before knocking it back. "And thanks, again."
I grabbed the one that I had brought over, lifting it and nodding it toward her. April picked up the second one and didn't hesitate to throw it back right after the other, and I followed her lead. It'd been too damn long since I had the chance to have a drink – one of the things that didn't really get thrown in with all of the other illegal items in prison. There was some moonshine brewing here and there, but I hadn't fucked around with most of it. It was nasty.
"You must be new around here," I commented as I sat down on the bar stool next to her.
"What makes you say that?" April asked.
"Well, I'd be lying if I said that I'd been hanging around this neck of the woods much lately," I started. "But sweetheart, don't take this the wrong way. You don't exactly fit in with the rest of the crowd here. You look like you belong at some kind of high-end cocktail bar, not a biker's."
Her eyebrows raised. "Is that meant to be a compliment or a pickup line?"
"Neither, really," I chuckled. "Just an observation. You're clean. Pretty. You don't overdo it on the black eyeliner. This isn't exactly the nicest part of town."
"Well, I'll admit it wasn't my first choice." Her thumb rubbed over the rim of the empty shot glass. "But my friend Amelia, the brunette over there?" She pointed her out. "She's run into one of the guys here at the hospital a couple of times and has a thing for him, or whatever. She wanted to come here and see if she could spot him but didn't want to come alone. I'm not sure how she managed to rope me into it."
"So you break the ice by singing some Queen." I couldn't help but let out a laugh. "Interesting way of going about things."
"Boredom, mostly." She smiled again. "And I've had a bunch of Queen songs stuck in my head since I saw that Bohemian Rhapsody movie."
"What?"
"The Bohemian Rhapsody movie? With the guy from Mr. Robot?" April asked, her brow furrowing and leaning toward me. "There's no way that you haven't seen a promotion or poster or something for that movie. Seriously! They're absolutely everywhere."
I shook my head. "Trust me, I've been pretty out of the loop for the last… three or so years." No point in lying about it. Everyone in the Heretics had an arrest record for something. There was a goddamn wall dedicated solely to mugshots in the clubhouse and it was running out of room. The photo up for me was now considered outdated.
"How do you manage that?" She followed up. "You don't seem like the type to go on one of those millennial disconnecting from society retreats, or whatever the newest trend is."
"I'm definitely not." A loud laugh followed. "No, not even close. I've been in jail."
"Oh." April blinked in surprise. "What for?"
"Eh, assault." No point in lying about it. A lot of the women around here liked to know that kind of thing, dug the bad boy vibe. I couldn't tell if she was one of them or not yet. "Wasn't about to let people fuck with those I care with."
"You started off hardcore and you took it soft," she remarked. A smile was creeping across her features. "That was very cute."
"Cute?" My brow shot up. "That's not a word that people use to describe me, trust me."
"Is it just kind of bar persona for you then?" She questioned, tilting her head. Her gaze openly ran over me and I didn't bother with containing a smirk. "Or do people not know you that well?"
"Think it would be spoiling things if I told you," I answered.
Her lips pressed together, a slight twinkle in her eyes. As the light caught them, I could see they are hazel. "I suppose," she hummed. "Did you really just come over here to tell me that you liked my singing?"
I was very far from that innocent. "Another spoiling answer."
"Hm." The syllable was huffed out. "You said that this was a biker bar," she shifted subjects slightly as she straightened up a little taller, uncrossing and crossing her legs. "Are you a biker?"
"I have a 2003 Harley-Davidson Dyna Super Glide Sport outside," I spoke.
"The only part of that I understood was 2003 Harley-Davidson, but I'm going to assume that's a yes," she chuckled with a shake of her head. "I guess I am pretty out of place here."
"It's nice to have a different crowd every now and then," I shrugged. "But I'm pretty sure if you keep coming, they're going to harass you into singing some more."
"I don't know about that." April glanced over her shoulder toward her friends. Amelia and the other woman were still sitting at the same table with Alex who now had his arm wrapped around the blonde's shoulder, looking thoroughly satisfied with the progress that he had made. "Well, I thought I might have to if Amelia found her guy, but it looks like Izzie is now getting snuggly."
"That's Alex." I tilted my head toward him. "Known him my whole life. Total heartbreaker."
"So are you saying I should go interrupt and save my friend?"
"Not at all." I chuckled. "I'm sure she can make her own decisions. He's great at giving you a few good nights, but I think he grows allergic to women after a week of being around them."
"I thought all biker guys were supposed to be like that. Isn't it some rule, or something?"
"Not at all." A common enough stereotype. "It's all about freedom and nonconformity to mainstream culture, society as a whole, that kind of thing. Saying fuck it to the man. It's not all drugs and criminal enterprises." Sure, we did some crime here and there. But we weren't based on it.
April hummed. "Do you have women in it?"
"No."
"Well, that sounds kind of outdated for a group that's supposed to be about freedom and nonconformity." She pointed out.
"We've never had a woman try to join." I offered. "Though pretty sure that the old ladies run things just as much as the rest of us do. Can't get shit done if they don't approve of what's going on most of the time." Especially my mom. "At least we're not one of the white only clubs." I motioned to myself.
"True. That seems more advanced than the stereotypes, I'll give you that."
"Why do you ask about women specifically?" I leaned in more, glancing down at her lips. "You interested in patching in?"
"Not at all." She let out a lovely laugh. "I think I'm busy enough as is."
"What do you do for a living?" I asked.
"I'm a doctor." Her eyes darted away. "I just started at the local hospital here about two months ago."
"See? I knew that you had to be new." I smirked.
"Oh, shut up." The words came from her playfully. "I don't like sticking out like a sore thumb."
"It's a small town. It's going to happen no matter what." Being in a place like this certainly didn't help. "But I think there might be a few other places that you blend in better. Like a yoga studio or a Whole Foods." I teased.
April groaned. "Ugh, you make me sound like the most boring person alive."
"Okay. You tell me the most exciting thing that you've done in the past three years." I challenged her.
"You seem like the kind of person who's going to one-up me no matter what I say." She pointed out. "You've got that vibe. And I have exciting stuff come into the emergency room every day."
"Yeah, but there's a difference in doing something exciting on your own than just having it thrown your way." I tapped my fingers against the bar before turning back toward the bartender and waving him over when he had the chance. "You want something more to drink?"
"Sure," she bit her lip in consideration. "A jack and coke would be good."
It took the bartender a moment to make his way down to the two of us. "Two jack and cokes," I ordered, sliding a twenty across the bar top before returning my attention to her. "Well, if this kind of place isn't your scene, then your boyfriend must hate the fact that Amelia managed to drag you out here."
April let out a laugh. "Yeah, sure, maybe if he existed. My cat might be mad that I'm not home, but truthfully, he's probably enjoying having the bed to himself."
"Sounds like a cat to me." I snorted. "Never had a pet, though."
"Really?" Her eyebrows raised. "That's sad."
"Never been a thing in my family," I shrugged with the explanation. "Never really bothered me."
"Huh." She clucked her tongue. "I grew up on a farm so I've always been used to having a plethora of animals running around. Going to college and not having any was a weird thing – I kind of hated it, actually. The second that I moved into a place of my own off campus, I got Boots. He's a little calico and all his feet are black, so it looks like he's wearing boots."
I chuckled. "That's cute," I remarked. "Are cats frequently your bar conversation?"
"No." Her brow furrowed, nose scrunching up adorably and making a face at me. "I don't have a frequent bar conversation. I either work so much or see so much crap come from bars that it kills my interest." She justified.
"You seem to be having a pretty good time tonight."
"I am."
The bartender interrupted us for a brief moment as he slid over the two drinks that I had ordered a few moments ago. We both thanked him with a nod of our heads at the same time, pulling it over closer.
"So, biker bars aren't so bad then," I suggested, brows raising as I took a sip from my drink.
"I guess not." Her shoulders shrugged. "You're nicer than I would've guessed. I mean, I kind of assumed you were all sexist pigs who didn't care about women unless you were trying to sleep with them."
It's not a far-fetched statement for all of us and there's a tinge of guilt there because I was definitely trying to sleep with her, sure. But I wouldn't have treated her any differently. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she was attractive regardless of what I was trying to do with her. But she had a nice sense of humor about her, a bit of wit without being mean. That was something underappreciated.
"There's definitely a good handful of us that way. I'd like to say it's mostly the older guys, but it's not." I answered and gave my own shrug of shoulders. "Just the way of the world."
"I guess you're not wrong about that." She took a sip from her drink. "So are you going to say you're not one of those guys?"
"I am but a man." I threw up a hand defensively. "But there's some brain mixed in there."
"Do you do anything for a living? Or– did, before. I mean, besides the whole motorcycle club thing. I can't imagine that's a pad job or anything." Her questions continued without fault. Maybe all the doctoring she did cause her not to think twice about prying into people's lives.
"We have an auto repair shop. Not just motorcycles, any kind of car." It was the clubhouse, too, but no one ever made it that far back outside of the club. "If you ever screw your car up, I guarantee we can fix it."
"Very hands-on," she observed. "I guess we have that in common. Are you going back to work?"
"Definitely," I nodded. "Step-dad owns the place now, so it's not really a problem. I'm not exactly the only person who works there that's been in jail before." Far from it.
"That's convenient." She hummed and took another drink. "And nice. To have something to go back to, I mean. I don't exactly know a lot about the whole prison thing but I've had a few people brought in from the prisons around or people who had just gotten out getting into more trouble… it seems like the readjustment period is really hard for a lot of people. But you seem to be doing pretty well."
Appearances could be deceiving. But this wasn't my first time dealing with the adjustment.
"Thanks." I gave a smile. "It's not, for a lot of people. I guess some just get lucky."
April glanced down at the time on her watch. "You know, I… I should probably get going, actually. I have an early shift at the hospital in the morning and I get a little grumpy if I don't get at least five hours of sleep the night before." She picked up her drink, taking a long sip from it and setting it back down on the bar. "But I appreciate the drink. And the shots."
"Are you okay to drive?" I asked. She was tiny – even though she seemed pretty sober, it didn't hurt to ask. There weren't exactly taxis around here but I could have easily given her a ride. Maybe something a little more.
"Yeah!" She nodded her head quickly. "I had a big dinner. I'm totally fine."
"Then can I at least walk you to your car?" I offered.
"Sure." She smiled sweetly.
Sliding off of the bar stool, I watched her walk over to her friends and grab her bag that she had left at the table with them. She exchanged what I assume were goodbyes with both of them – short, given that the blonde looked like she was ready to go home with Alex, something I was sure that he was pleased about. Then she made her way back over to me.
"Which one is yours?" I asked as we stepped outside to the parking lot, warm summer air surrounding us. California was hot, but it wasn't so bad come nightfall.
"That one." She pointed out a small, dark grey Honda.
"Fits," I remarked.
"What does that mean?" April questioned quickly, curling hair whipping around to the other side of her shoulder as she looked up at me.
"It just fits you," I shrugged. "Smart, sturdy, practical."
"You can get all of that from a car and a conversation at a bar?" Her eyebrows wrinkled her forehead.
"And your song choice." I chuckled.
Her eyes rolled as we reached her vehicle and she paused outside of it, not immediately reaching inside of her bag for her keys. "That seems a little farfetched."
"Well, then call me a good judge of character." A smirk grew on my face as I peered down at her.
A long moment passed, just staring at one another before I acted.
Bending down to meet her, my lips pressed into hers with a firm kiss. Both hands cup her face and pull her up to me. She stretched up onto her toes and pushed into me with certainty after a moment passed. Her lips were warm, sweet-tasting with something more than the hint of coke.
Her short nails scraped over the back of my head as her hands found their way to my hair, pushing through the curls as she grabbed onto me. Running a hand down the slope of her neck and the front of her chest, I grabbed onto her hip and pulled her firmer against me, holding on just a little too tightly. My fingers slipped beneath her blouse and found the warmth of her bare skin there.
It's been way too fucking long since I'd been with a woman. Three years in jail had prevented that. Despite the fact that I wanted nothing more than a good fuck right now, I don't want to use her and make her uncomfortable – if she really wanted to go home, there were a dozen other women that I could find tonight that would satisfy the need. But she returned the kiss eagerly, her front pressing against my chest as her back arched. She might have been a good girl by all appearances, but it didn't seem like she had a problem with any of this.
"You're so fuckin' hot," I mumbled against her lips. "God damn."
"C'mere." I could hear her hand fumbling with the door handle, pushing me back slightly so that she could open up the door to the backseat.
A smirk grew across my features and I reached down to grab her by her thighs, lifting her up. Her legs hooked behind my back and I wrapped my arm around her lower back, bending her down and narrowly managing to avoid hitting my head on the door as I got her down the backseat. It's not roomy, but it was enough to get what we wanted to be done.
"I bet you taste as sweet as you look." Teeth nipped against the supple skin of her neck, sucking on it and listening to the delighted moan that parted her lips a moment later.
"Find out."
Not bothering with getting her top out of the way, I reached for her jeans and quickly unbutton them, yanking them down her legs. It's not a smooth motion to try and navigate around hitting the front two seats of her car and staying within the confined space, a few tugs and directional changes made before they're in a messy pile on the floorboard. Her panties are a much smoother removal, revealing a small patch of hair and glistening folds.
"I know I'm good, but I didn't think I was that good." I teased her, kissing her inner thigh and sucking at the sensitive skin there. "You were already thinking about this, huh? My face buried into your sweet little pussy."
Using my fingers to open her up for me, I don't hesitate to go to town. I'm out of practice but happy to make it up with some enthusiasm, kissing and sucking every inch of her wet olds, not leaving her untouched or wanting in any kind of way. She moans wantonly above me, her hands clutching onto my head and trying to get a hold on me. My curls are long but not quite long enough. My hold on her was firm enough – she wasn't going anywhere.
"Fuck, Jackson!" April cried out loudly, her foot hitting the window with a thud as my lips wrapped around her clit.
I don't pull away to offer her any kind of verbal response, keeping my lips wrapped around the sensitive bud and gently sucking on it. I let my teeth scrape over it get ever so slightly and nearly lose my grip with the force of her hips jerking against my face. Using one arm to keep her pinned down against the seats, my other focuses on not leaving her unattended whatsoever. One fat finger slipped inside of her wet core, curling and fucking into her. Her moans only become more salacious with the more that I do to her.
Her body was doing all of the talking that was needed with the way it responded to my touch. The fingers weren't as satisfying as my cock – not for either one of us, but I was still sure that I could make her come just like this, working her open and coating my hand in her juices.
Focusing again on sucking on her clit, I soothe my tongue back and forth over the nub, drawing senseless patterns as I listen to her moans become louder. Her breathing was more erratic, thighs tightening on either side of my head and rubbing my beard against her inner thigh even more than before. Slipping another finger inside of her tight walls, I fuck into her a little harder than before. When she finally reaches her peak, she cried out with glorious euphoria, tightening around my fingers erratically as she rode out the waves of pleasure, giving her every last ounce of it.
"Holy…" she couldn't get out any more than that.
"You taste so fucking good." My fingers stayed inside of her, lazily fucking into her and nipping at her thigh.
"Mmm." She couldn't get out more than that.
My cock was strained against my jeans, begging to get out of them and into something much better. Stretching up slightly, I undid m jeans and pushed them and my boxers down just enough to release it.
"You ready?" I asked, holding back a laugh. "Or do you need a little more time to recover?"
A tired laugh was barely given and I shifted so I was closer to lining up with her. The only way that I could was hunched over, holding onto the back of a seat. I pushed her hair away from her face so that it was no longer sticking to her skin there, dropping down another kiss on her lower lip and sucking on it to give her a taste.
"Yeah," she finally nodded.
With her confirmation, I spread her thighs open. Her foot was propped on the shoulder of the driver's seat, the best way for me to fit between her thighs. Rubbing the tip of my cock through her wet folds to get a little lubrication across it, her hips gave a small jolt from how sensitive she still was.
Pushing inside of her was hot and perfect, letting out a groan and shifting my grip so that it was on her side. I took my time with it, not wanting to go quite too fast for my own sake. Her heat surrounding my thick cock was everything that I needed, bottoming out inside of her and leaning forward so my forehead was resting on top of hers. It's more intimate than what I would have usually taken up with a one night stand from the bar but given the confined space of the car, neither one of us had much of a choice.
"Shit, you feel so goddamn good." My nose hit hers as I thrust my length inside of her.
"So do you," April cried out.
The confines of the car make my thrusts deep and slow in order to prevent from hitting either one of us against the walls of the car. Enough to keep me from finishing too fast but it still felt too goddamn good, practically being pulled inside of her with each motion. I could have finished in no time at all if I didn't give a shit about getting her off, but I have my own ego to take care of.
Finding her clit again with my thumb, I begin to rub tight circles over the bud as I moved in and out of her tight heat. Her moans become wilder. Anyone who walked by the car would have known exactly what both of us were doing, all of the noises and the windows completely fogged up from all of the heat.
"You gonna cum for me again? Nice and easy." I encouraged her.
Changing the motion, a few more hard thrusts are given an I can feel my own orgasm just within reach. Her walls pull me in for another tight thrust as they spasmed around my tenth as another orgasm began to wash through her. My own came quickly after that, another jerky thrust before it hit me, spurting out as I pulled out of her tight heat and splattering against her inner thighs and the outside of her core. My chest heaved with each breath, leaning back the best I could. One leg was bent beneath me uncomfortably as I sat back.
"You look fuckin' gorgeous like this."
"You look uncomfortable." She gave a slight laugh, running her hand over her face. She was red.
"Not so bad," I shook my head. "Sorry about the mess."
"It's fine." She chewed her lower lip, glancing down at herself.
Tugging my pants back up and zipping myself inside of them, I winced and hit the roof as I tried to straighten up. "It was really nice to meet you, April." No point in making this any more awkward than it had to be.
"Sure, you too." April gave a slight nod of her head and a quick smile was thrown across her features – one that even I was capable of believing, even if she was probably just being polite.
Getting out of her car, I give her another small smile and a wave before shutting the door to give her a little privacy to get dressed again. Just because I wasn't likely to see her again didn't mean I had to treat her like she was nothing. I left that kind of behavior for Alex most of the time. It was more of his signature than mine. Heading back inside of the bar, there was no sign of Alex or the friends that April had left behind inside. He must have gone home with the blonde and there was no telling where the brunette was now.
Owen was still seated at the bar in the same position that he had been before, a couple of the other guys from the club around him. There were a few more empty glasses on the countertop than they had been before.
"I see you had a good time with the redhead," he chuckled when he saw me. "Can practically smell the sex wreaking off of you."
"What can I say? I've still got it." I shrugged easily, grabbing the bartender's attention so I could get another drink before heading out for the night to get some sleep in my own bed. "What've we got going on tomorrow?" I asked, shifting gears.
"Meeting at the clubhouse. Dick wants us all to meet again now that you're out of jail." Owen answered.
"Alright. See you all in the morning."